February 6, 2013

Breakfast the Kanto Style

I’ve read somewhere that “hurting back the people
who hurt you makes you just like them.”

I guess the message it wants to convey is clear
and simple: “Don’t follow the steps of Emily Thorne.” It may be easy to say for
those who have not been hurt, but to those who were victimized by love or
unceremoniously left for dead, there might be a good er bad reason why oftentimes they seek retribution. It’s tempting,
like the luscious, mouth-watering three-layer pancakes with maple syrup, topped
with strawberries and blueberries I tasted one Sunday afternoon in a most
unlikely place in the city – a street side
carinderia.

Mixed berry pancakes

Kanto eggs Benedict

Tuyo and kesong puti

Crispy pork belly

Deep fried oreo

After I got a mouthful of this viand, I realized there
is something more to that quote. That while anger and pain could sometimes
cloud my own good judgment, I also found out that my reaction often mirrors the
way how people treat me. Unknowingly. And of course I don’t want that. I never
want that.

So from now on, I would eat more kanto boy breakfast. Just imagine all
the gourmet food costing not more than P90.00 my palate could taste, the
garnishing my eyes would feast, and the beautiful things my arms might embrace
if they weren’t wrapped so tightly in my battles.